(Once again, I want to say “Thank you” to Deni for her editing skills)

After 12 years of marriage to my childhood sweetheart, I could tell she was no longer, hmmmm, what is the term I am looking for? I could tell she was no longer “totally happy” after we make love. I guess I am saying I am beginning to feel as though I am not “enough” for her. Not just during sex, but in general. I suspect many of you know what I mean.

It isn’t the money, even though we are certainly not rich. But we have enough to drive dependable cars and plenty of food to eat, clothing, and we have a mortgage on a nice little house that has room for the two of us and even two kids if we were to ever decide to have kids, big back yard, that sort of thing. I have good insurance at work, so if we did ever have kids, it would cover the costs of birth and any illnesses they might come down with.

I kind of would like to have kids, actually. Being thirty now, I look with envy at my buddies that are getting worn out taking their kids to this and to that. Most of them had their kids right out of high school. Their 8 to 12 year olds are now playing soccer, and baseball, and some are even getting ready for football with those monster pads and manly football helmets in some cases!

I envy them that.

My wife gave me a really weird look when I asked her if she were ready to go off her birth control and start a family, have kids, that sort of thing.

Actually, her reply was “Whatever brought THAT up?” She had this disdainful, almost abhorrent look on her face as she said it, looking at me out of the corner of her eye. You know how women do that, sort of giving the impression that their husband is incredibly dense about a subject at hand.

It’s her body that would get all stretched out of shape for nine months, so I suppose it really, in the end, is largely her decision, at least the final-final decision.

I have to admit though, I was starting to gaze at her packet of birth control pills while I brushed my teeth every morning! I began to have silly fantasies about switching them out for sugar pills and other such idiotic ideas.

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I admit that I am a creature of habit. I tend to go to the same restaurant every noon, eat the same damn burger, have the same damned soda. I read my book. When I walk in, the cook sticks his head out of the little serving window and hollers, “Same today?” And I nod and go sit at my table and open my book. The waitress brings my soda and smiles at me, makes a small comment about the weather, and then walks off. It is the ritual of my day that has made me feel secure I suppose. It is one of the things my wife seems to like about me, cause she says she can depend on a man who is always the same, day after day.

OK, I admit it, I am in a rut.

And one day, right out of the blue, as I was walking out the door of my work to go to lunch, I decided ‘What the hell, I am going to go try a different restaurant for lunch today!’

Our town isn’t that large, so I even decided to drive to a neighboring town just to cement my decision to get out of my rut! I just got an XM radio installed in my pickup, so I turned it on and began to search for the channel I would most likely leave it tuned to for the rest of my life.

I saw what looked like a nice little bar-restaurant combination in the neighboring town and pulled into the parking lot. The place was crowded and the parking lot was full, so I had to walk about a half block to even find a place to park. I was already regretting my decision to change!

This little eatery had a weird set up. Instead of separate booths on both sides of a low dividing wall, some one had this idea that if they didn’t need an 8 person booth, they could put a movable divider across the top of the table and break the booth into two booths that each seated 4 people on each side. The divider was above head height so that whoever was sitting virtually next to each other still had a modicum of privacy, cause even though you could hear the conversation in the next booth, you couldn’t see the people sitting there. At least not their torso or heads. You could see their butts and legs though.

I saw, as I scooted in to the edge of the booth, that a couple was sitting in that next blocked off booth to me. I made a mental note that the female had nice legs. Nice LONG tanned , shapely legs! They went all the way from her feet to her ass, and my what a short little skirt she had covering her booty!

I started reading the menu, already wishing I could just nod my head at the cook to order my food. But finally I found a burger similar to the one that was my favorite at my favorite restaurant.

After those few moments, I still didn’t have my soda, and I guess that sort of started my whole meal off wrong. As I was looking around to find the waitress, I noticed that the woman in the booth next to me had spread her legs a bit and the guy was pussy footing her! He had his shoe and sock off, and his toes were toying with heaven.

I heard the woman’s throaty giggle periodically as the man’s toes toyed with her private parts. I heard the man ask if she was enjoying the attention? She giggled again and I blushed at what my voyeurism, but I could not stop myself from watching as she further spread her delectable thighs, sliding her hips forward on the naugahyde covered seat to give her companion better access, and began to move her hips to increase the stimulation to her crotch.

I heard her moan a throaty little “Mmmmmmmm!”

I honestly tried to read my book in order to give them their privacy, but my eyes kept roving over to watch. He ended up sticking his big toe up her snatch and she fucked her hips onto it like it was a short penis. I saw it all! And I was hard as railroad spikes as I listened to her soft sounds of carnal completion.

The man asked, “Was it good for you baby?”

The woman giggled and replied “Mmmmmm Hmmmm!”

The man asked “You love doing this in public, don’t you?”

The woman giggled again and replied “Mmmmmm Hmmmm!”

The man then asked, “So now you’re going to give me a BJ in the truck, right?”

The woman giggled once more and replied “Mmmmmm Hmmmm!”

And with that, they hurriedly left the booth.

I saw them walk by the front window of the restaurant, her head on his shoulder.

I didn’t recognize the man, but the woman was my wife.

I was still in shock when the waitress brought my burger to the table. I was so much in shock that I had not even taken a suck on my soda! For me, that is an unheard of situation. Normally I have my glass drained and am ready for a refill.

“So did you enjoy watching those two doing the nasty?” she asked, her eyes glittering as she popped her gum. “I put you in this here booth on purpose so that you could get a thrill. You’re kind a cute, so I put you in the best booth to watch them!”

Her eyes were twinkling as she gave me a shit eating grin. I think I just stared back at her. I don’t remember saying anything.

“I can hook you up with her if you want to! She comes in here a lot and I have introduced her to a few of the regulars and she has done everyone of them! She is a really sexy lady! Don’t you think so? I kind of envy her. My weight and my legs are nothing in comparison to hers. I keep hoping and praying she will take me home one of these nights! I prefer men, but her I would make an exception for, for sure!”

I could have fallen through the floor. My wife was fucking strangers all the time? Which planet had I been living on? How many had she fucked? And why the hell was she doing this? If she wanted more sex, all she had to do was ask! For god’s sake! What the hell was going on?

The talkative, TooMuchIinformation waitress finally left and I sat there, trying to gather up my appetite, thinking deep and bitter thoughts.

My burger was stone cold when I finally took my first bite, so I just kept sitting there, sulking. She was giving other men blowjobs when she refused to even take MY cock in her dammed mouth? What the FUCK, over!

The waitress sauntered back over, still popping her gum. She started talking without even saying so much as ‘hi’. “So if you want a BJ from her, you arrange it with me. Which day you want to do it, and tell me your plans for what you intend to do to her to make her cum. Then if she likes it, I let you know, you pay me fifty bucks, and I set it up for you. Just remember, you have to make HER cum before she will suck you off! Got it?”

She looked at me as if to ask, ‘Got any questions?’

I just stared at her.

She popped her gum three times in a row, then added pensively, “Just so you know, she’s not let anybody fuck her yet, so don’t even think about trying that. I bet you though, one of these days, she’ll get a nice cock rammed right up inside her married pussy! It always happens that way, it seems, sooner or later! A cock that is just too pretty to resist! A nice big cock with huge balls that can shoot cum for an hour! Or a cock that stays hard even after cumming! A woman on the prowl can’t resist THAT very often!”

It was then that the idea hit me.